I continue to plough the land
I irrigate it day and night
As her personal trainer we usually do lunch which makes me dream but the conflict of the mind is so strong sometimes. I try to overcome these by striving to climb mountains but again I feel my efforts are rejected and I end up as waste.
I have tackled her colourful tasks which made her smile showing the white of her teeth which I had hoped to stroke with the tip of my tongue. It all feels very strange because the pull is so strong even when she is late.
I did not cry when she went to Barcelona but miss her now as she is away.